Geetaji passed away this morning in Pune at home. She was looking radiant and bright the last few days. She had concluded a mammoth 12 day programme, the BKS Iyengar Centennial Celebrations at Balewadi Sports complex. She liked to complete things and was up and about, meeting people till 7.30 the previous evening.
My first memories of Geeta Iyengar are of her glinting eyes. Magnificent orbs that noticed everything and missed nothing! Her voice had a baritone quality that made her students rise up above the routine of practice to higher highs and deeper depths in both Yog asanas and spiritual endeavours. Her presence would invoke a flurry of activity and a hush would descend on the hall. A hush of premonition. A hush of anticipation. And for the tardy, a hush of fear.
Many will miss her and everyone will be sad but her crowning legacy lay in carrying Iyengar Yoga forward along with her distinguished brother and senior Iyengar Yoga teacher Prashantji. Her voice will remain the conscience of Yoga Sadhakas, who will find the blessing of spiritual honesty in her memory.